Chapter 11
Coming out of the morgue, Jovan saw Ernesto.
He stood at the door, looked inside, and his expression was somewhat unnatural. “Is mom dead?”
Jovan simply said, “She will be back in a few days.”
Emesto remained silent and walked into the morgue, lifting the covered white cloth
Despite being well–prepared, he still paled a few shades, his eyes suddenly turned red, and then he turned his head and ran away without saying a word
In Denisse’s hospital room, her anesthesia gradually were off
She touched the area over her heart, her face looking somewhat perplexed. “In the future, will I be like a normal person?”
Jovan nodded
Denisse immediately shed tears of gratitude and looked at Sir Hubbard and Madam Habbard, saying “Dad, Mom, Jovan, thanks to all of you
The ward was filled with a joyful atmosphere
Denisse wiped her eyes and suddenly asked, “Where is my sister?
1 got better from my illness, and I’m sure my sister would be very happy. I want to tell her.”
Jovan’s face changed slightly.
Sir Hubbard snorted disdainfully, “Who knows where she went after you entered the operating room? She hasn’t shown up since then, clearly not caring about you, her own sister.”
A hint of understanding flashed in Denisse’s eyes
She was still worried and asked Jovan, “Jovan, is sister angry with me?”
Joven didn’t know what to say.
No matter how he explained, it was a fact that Sarah’s identity died, it was set in stone.
He did not answer, but instead comforted, “Take a good rest“:
And then be left the ward.
At night, Sir Hubbard went out to smoke.
I saw the une tidying up the adjacent ward, which was empty.
Sir Hubbard couldn’t help but ask, “Where are the pe
people inside?”
The nurse shook her head and said, “I don’t know, I’m just here to clean the room. Are you a patient’s family member? She seems to have left a note on the bed, you can take it.”
Speaking, the nurse handed over a piece of paper.
Sir Hubbard picked it up and took a look.
It turned out to be a typing examination form
The above results showed that Sarahi’s heart and Denisse were a perfect match.
On a cold night, the cigarette in Sir Hubbard’s hand trembled.
“What is this
The
The nurse thought he couldn’t understand and explained, “It’s a matching form, both the donor and the recipient are a good match.”
Sir Hubbard’s hand began to tremble
He incredulously flipped through the sheet, checking it over and over again.
